Chapter 4: Dreams or Memory

A flash of green light and a woman's scream…a fat boy with a chocolate covered grin and blonde hair…a giant of a man stepping into a broken down hut…a scarlet steam engine beside a platform filled with black robed students…teachers and students filling the stadium as red and green blurs chase each other in the sky…a huge three headed dig; and a barely visible trapdoor…three children on a bed of vines…a giant chess board… one boy in front of a tall mirror… a man in a purple turban screaming in pain …a ghostly face on the back of someone's head crumbling into dust even as it lurched at the boy…

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Potter turned over in his bed, grimacing at the images his brain was sending him, but he couldn't fall back to sleep. He sat up. Between the dreams he was having, and all the responsibility Lord Voldemort had given him; he didn't think he would ever get a good night sleep. Malfoy had been awkward earlier as well; he had said something about wishing Potter would go back to his old ways. This confused Potter, was he different before? NO, stop thinking something so horrible; as if my Lord would do that, to the other side, but not his right hand man!

Potter didn't know what all this meant, but he did know he needed sleep, big plans were needed and his brain needed to be well rested.

He lay back down, closed his eyes, and drifted back in to dream world.

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An elf on his bed… "Harry Potter musn't go back to Hogwarts this year!" … a flying car, red at the wheel rescuing him from a bedroom prison… slamming into a brick wall… his cart tumbling, bird shrieking as she fell… a huge tree, moving swiftly as if trying to smash the blue car that had collided with it…a rouge bludger and a sickening snap… the elf again and searing pain in his arm… a bubbling green potion, hidden in a bathroom… a girl with cat hair, ears, and a tail…a petrified boy, and a black smoky figure… a huge spider and a large silvery web amidst tall trees…a book with no writing…Tom Marvolo Riddle…a huge underground chamber… a writhing snake, blinded by a phoenix's claws…a silver sword, pulled from the black pile of fabric…

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Potter sat up and rubbed his eyes, still confused.

"What in the hell?" he muttered as he stared at the wall in an attempt to clear his mind. The moon rose bright in the dark blue patch of the sky outside his window. Sighing he sank back into the pillows and closed his eyes. Well, I guess this is a worthless attempt. He thought.

Potter got out of his bed, trying to be as quiet as possible, he walked to the kitchen. There he saw a house elf looking like the one in his dream, but with a small difference; he walked up to it.

"Excuse me, do you mind getting off you lazy arse and getting me some hot chocolate." The house elf nodded in fear and scurried off.

When the elf came back, hot chocolate in hand; Potter had a question. "Who's your family?"

"Excuse me?" the elf asked timidly.

"I said, whose family are you in?"

"I serve Lord Voldemort sir." Harry sighed with frustration.

"NO!!!" Potter bellowed, "Who is your father" he finished slapping the elf a crossed the face. The elf cringed away.

"I'm sorry sir. My father is a disgraceful elf, who wanted freedom; he worked for the Malfoy family sir." The elf, still shaking, blurted out.

"Yes, but what is name?" Potter asked again, his anger was getting to a boiling point with this elf.

"Dobby, sir….I hear he resides at Hogwarts, with PAY!" The elf answered angrily. Potter rolled his eyes and motioned the elf to go away. Instead of getting answers from the elf, all he got was more confusion. He shook his head, and finished his hot chocolate.

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Ginny, I'm so glad that we're together now. I …I love you. Harry said looking to into Ginny's eyes. Ginny's face got closer and closer to Harry's. He cupped her face and their li…

"Hagger, want Hagger, where Hagger." Grawp whined, slightly shaking Ginny.

"mmh….Grawp please, five more minutes." Ginny murmured, turning over.

"HAGGER!" Grawp bellowed. Ginny sighed and sat up, knowing this was her wake up call. For breakfast she had fish, after she was full she decided on taking a walk to keep her mind off things.

"I'll be back later Grawp, be good," She told Grawp, he smiled as an indication he heard her and finished chomping on his bird.

Ginny walked to the edge of the forest. She peeked out from behind a tree; she saw little first years being amazed, still, at the giant squid and a mermaid flying through the air. She rolled her eyes, but she smiled wishing she could go back to that time. She reflected on all the times her and her friends would sit by the lake gossiping about Harry Potter, and any other cute guys they'd like to snog.

Ginny hung her head and sighed. She turned and walked back to Grawp, her new best friend. She liked him best because he could hardly understand when she talked, and he didn't want to talk back. That's why she left home, everyone wanted to talk back. They wanted to know how she felt, what was wrong when she was upset. They prying is what made her leave.

Ginny made it back to the camp' she looked at the stars; they were glistening boastfully with beauty. Though she knew the stars beauty, she couldn't find the answers in them that centaurs could, no matter how much she wished. She sighed, sat down on her rock and cried, she missed home, her brothers, and magic; but mostly she missed Harry.

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"I want the Malfoy boy, get him for me Bella," Voldemort demanded.

"Yes sir," Bella bowed and headed back through the doors. "Malfoy, my Lord would like to see you. Draco nodded and walked slowly in to the room Bella had just left.

"Draco, did I not tell you that I wanted to report to me immediately, if Potter was regaining his memory at all!" Voldemort asked calmly, hiding his anger.

"Yes, sir, and I haven't noti…" Draco began, but was interrupted.

"I don't know who you think you are, or who you think I am, but you best remember how skilled I am at Legamency." Voldemort said, his voice becoming angrier.

"I know sir, I don't unde…." He was interrupted again.

"Draco Malfoy, I know what you have said to him about his 'old self,' and that he has spoken with you about his dreams" His voice became more and more angry. "Now, would you like to confess to this?" Draco tried to hide his fear, and decide his answer, but he didn't have much time. "Do you!?"

"N…no sir, I still don't under…."

"Crucio!" Voldemort bellowed as Draco writhed in pain on the floor, screaming. There was a knock at the door; Voldemort lifted his wand. "Enter," The person behind the knock entered the room. "Ah, Potter please do come in. Draco and I have just finished." Draco jumped up, visibly shaking, and made to leave. Potter stopped him.

"I think your forgetting something," He said pointing his wand at Draco's throat. Draco turned to Voldemort's smirking face, bowed, and left, the door slamming behind him. Potter sat down next to the dark lord. "You wanted to see me my lord?"

"Yes, the house elves seem to be talking about a certain conversation you had with one of them." Voldemort asked politely.

"I'm sorry sir, I just was curious because of some dreams I'd been having, it'll never happen again." Harry said, as he hung his head in shame.

"Yes, but I'd also like to ask you if you'd come to me with these dreams next time, not house elves, or Malfoy"

"Yes sir. I understand it'll never happen again." He bowed his head, and lifted it.

"Well then, on to new business. Please tell Lucius I would like to see him." Potter nodded and went to summon Malfoy.

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A/N-Okay so there's no excuse for why this hasn't been up till now. All I can say is I'm lazy. I hope you like it, reviews much welcomed! –Flippin-Freak